Kavanaugh’s alleged misconduct may be a national story, but it is one eerily reminiscent of our own campus culture.
While the College is making efforts to hold groups to community norms, it has yet to satisfactorily articulate and disseminate what those norms are.
With the financial crisis now more than a decade in the rear view mirror, now is the time for the University to bring back hot breakfast.
This isn’t just another endowment tax. This is a tax on financial aid. This is a tax on education. But perhaps most disgustingly, this is a tax on human lives and progress.
The greater culture echoed by Grassley, Cornyn, Hatch, McConnell, and others cannot be accepted. It must be changed.
Three auditions, three days, no callbacks. I failed, and it hurt.
Some people are scared of snakes. Others quake when faced with heights and twenty-story buildings. But my fear falls along the socioeconomic ladder: I’m scared of rich people.
If you need help, go get it. Far too many of us have dealt with mental illness or know a friend who suffers from it to stay quiet.
We urge Harvard to take action to ensure that The Game remains a source of stress relief, rather than additional headaches.
I don’t want college to be more like my home. That place — a sheltered escape from the outside world — is my childhood home. And I should not be a child anymore.
Perhaps the greatest consequence the proposed endowment tax has on society is its casual dismissal of the important work universities do to change the world for the better.
We do scholars and students (indeed our very humanity) a great disservice when we assume and reinforce the notion that inclusion and belonging are primarily questions of sharing surface-level similarities.
In the century following the Model T, Cambridge redesigned itself to be as car-friendly as possible. With a few miles of bike lanes and a handful of Birds, the city has only begun to reverse the catastrophe.
In failing to further investigate whether it discriminates against Asian Americans in its application process, Harvard ditched educational values and its own motto — “veritas.”
Even after the sanctions, the onus to change Harvard’s social scene remains, as of now, on the all-male final clubs themselves.
The same structures that oppress and subjugate my people had also managed to silence me before I allowed myself to speak.